You see a small group of your fellow patrolling guards sitting tiredly at the tavern in Brill. They interrupt their conversation with a few heys and helloes, waving and nodding your way as you reach for a fresh jug of mead from the bar. You return to rest your feet on an empty chair in this circle of guardians. The crackling fire and the freshly cleaned floors makes you catch a scent of wood- wet and burnt. You heard a crunch as you sat down. By the traumatized wide-eyed expression of the new solider on your right, it was his cockroach that was sitting on this chair. There is nothing to do but to grin at him. Pretend like you ment to squish his pet. Like it was part of the great plan to teach him about authority and power within the guards? You can always buy him a new one. As he hangs his head in his mourning you avoid looking at him, and watch the other five men in the circle. You smile, you nod a few times, and salute your mug of mead to the man infront of you before you lean back on the creaking chair with a long swig of the cold beverage and listen to the conversation that was allready heated as you walked into the door.

”So I come back right, hours later, and this lass is still standing there. I mean I have seen her standing there day and night right? Sometimes with a few others, and sometimes with fellow ”enthusiasts.” Hah, would you believe it?..- ”the forsaken man adjusts his oversized helm as another crouched man steals your attention. He is missing his lower jaw and his wet rotten tongue dangles out, constantly oozing some thick form of puss or saliva to the floors. Even if you have seen this man many times, you still feel too awkward to look at him. You can only imagine the poor maids of the tavern rolling their eyes behind you about how they have to mop the floors everytime that guy walks in. The man gurgles out a long commentary about the story he has interrupted. You and your friends look amongst yourselves as nobody understand what in the name of Sylvanas he is gurgling about, but he seems passionate about it! His tongue stops twitching about in the gurgling rant as he crouches up further, waiting for a reply, but getting none. To end the painful silence that causes an awkwardness so thick in the air that you could cut it with your blade, you ask:”- So what is she doing there all night?””Oh oh! Get this get this, quitet! Sssh ssh.. listen..”

The group calms down and lower their mugs of mead, watching the man as he prepares them.”..she spots zeppelins.”The guards look between eachother for a while. A few akward scoffs and coughs are heard.”…What?””Yeah yeah, she is serious. She says she stands there all night, spotting zeppelins.”A few guards takes a swig or two from their meads. A man leans forward to the storyteller, squinting one eye and widening the other. ”What do you mean, spot zeppelins?””..Well.. she says she has some group of enthusiasts that stand around, watching them go by..timing their arrival, comparing zeppelinmodels..””Are you serious?” Another man mumbles into his mead, echoing out a few words ”…I’ve seen her too...”

The most experienced of the guards called Brutus finally clears his throat and speaks up in his husky voice. His voice was so darkened and raspy that it instantly had demanded the full attention of the entire group of guards, including yourself. He is like the lion that could growl the loudest in the pack.”We are working ours arses against this new wave of drugs coming in somehow to the lands, spreading like the damned plague itself. Somehow people are getting hold of a wide range of illegal substances, pets and weapons. And now this jailbird flies up the zeppelintower, and just sings about spotting zeppelins? We all know what she is about. This is some kind of scam, it is a joke, a slap in the face! You can’t honestly believe someone like her would be just standing there to spot zeppelins?”The man shifts in his chair, uncertain on why he was so convinced by the elfs story, but suddenly stretches up fully in his char with a new found confidence. ”..She had a walkie talkie.”

OOC: Run by Baron Nessa, the Zeppelinspotters were first created on the zeppelintower in Tirisfal Glades. When noticing how simple it was to ship great deals of hot items and funky herbs from one zeppelin to the other, the elf thought it was time to come back from a long while away from crime.Appearing as a somewhat peculiar organisation for Zeppelin-enthusiasts, the criminals, often stationed near a zeppelintower, would exchange deals with others. Dealing, selling and moving stolen objects from one land to the next.It is a guild not only for the active criminal, but for those who adore the art of grand theft and perhaps are shunned from society. Those that perhaps has passed the good ol' days and wants to sit and drink, and tell the newbies about how it was back in the day to steal, loot and pillage! We drink, we fight and we do shady dealings. The organisation needs anything from barmaids to rent out, to thieves, to good information-finders, to forgerers, to conartists. Any talent that could be considered profitable is desired!

Oocly this is a small casual roleplaying guild for mains and alts that wants to come and sit down for some nice crimebased roleplay. Feel free to ask more about us, and send in an application! The more the merrier!

Looks like a fun project, and I have a question! Will this organisation be interested in some x-faction business? I know a mage that might be quite interested after he sets up his smug- trading agency in the Bay!

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Magaskawee/Anaei

Posts : 2882Join date : 2010-02-18Age : 27Location : Northern Ireland

Character sheetName: Magaskawee GrimtotemTitle: Elder Crone of the Banner of the Bloodhoof